Pretty Fox: Misunderstood His Royal Highness

Chapter 38
Ye Qiqi was very conflicted.

At the same time, it's not without regrets, why did she pick up this hairpin back then?It's really obsessed.Ye Qiqi was feeling sorry for himself when he suddenly saw Yuan Qingluo stand up.

He approached the desk leisurely.He picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and splashed the ink freely and freely on a piece of snow-white silk.At this time, the expression on his face was calm and breezy, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, looking indescribably at ease.

At this time, can he feel better?

　If Ye Qiqi hadn't heard the conversation between Yuan Qingluo and Hong Hao with her own ears just now, she still didn't know that Yuan Qingluo had so many troubles on her mind.It seems that being the emperor's son is not easy.

　Then Ye Qiqi shook her head.

　Bah, who has no troubles?She has too.And she has no less troubles than him, she is too busy to take care of herself, and still cares about him?It's really a dog meddling in other people's business with a mouse, full of food and nothing to do!
　Ye Qiqi turned around, wanting to leave.

　Think about it, and come back again.She was curious and wanted to know what Yuan Qingluo was painting now.So he tiptoed to the desk and stretched his neck to look over.

A young woman appeared on the snow-white silk.A pretty face, black and bright hair, sly big eyes, long eyelashes, a high nose, small thick lips, and a small pointed chin.

She was looking up, smiling brightly, with two small dimples nestled deeply in the corners of her mouth, she looked self-righteous, and she looked indescribably cute.

　Ye Qiqi opened her eyes wide and covered her mouth with her hand.

　God, the person in the painting, if not her, who else would it be?

After finishing one painting, Yuan Qingluo moved to the side and took out another piece of snow-white silk.Then he picked up the pen again, dipped in the ink, sketched carefully, and started to make another painting.

The painting was Ye Qiqi again.

　Ye Qiqi in the painting, with one hand on his hips and a scorpion-tail whip in the other, stares at her almond-shaped eyes, the corners of which are slightly raised, giving off a bit of fierce aura, a fierce and savage look, a full street shrew.

　Why are you painting her all the time?

　Ye Qiqi was surprised, and took another step closer, but accidentally kicked the censer under his feet.The exquisitely carved copper censer made a dull sound.

　Yuan Qingluo, who was concentrating on painting, suddenly raised his head, and a pair of sharp eyes shot at him with a cold and murderous air.A pen in his hand, with a "swish", flew towards it with a fierce and incomparable momentum, wrapped in a strong wind, like lightning.The place Ye Qiqi kicked happened to be a parrot engraved on the incense burner that was about to fly. At this time, its piercing eyes were pierced by Yuan Qingluo's pen that shot over quickly.

　Ye Qiqi was frightened immediately.

　He quickly held his breath and stood there not daring to move.

　At this time, a dark mass flew out from some corner, a pair of eyes flashed over it, uttered "meow meow" twice, and ran out the door as fast as fleeing.

　Yuan Qingluo's tense expression relaxed.

　He was puzzled and said to himself: "How can there be a black cat?"

black cat!Ye Qiqi suddenly remembered what her mother said.The mother said, "I found the cat demon and let it follow you. If there is anything, I have a discussion"-this black cat, is the cat demon that the mother said?

Ye Qiqi hurriedly tiptoed and walked out the door.

The black cat has already run away without a trace, where can I still see it?
　(un.finished.to be.continued)
(End of this chapter)